I’m beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, we aren’t supposed to be happy. Happiness leads to lethargy, contentment and complacency. Maybe being sad is our resting state and we work towards those moment of happiness, then rinse and repeat. I dunno, this is making me sad to think about.

Take the lollipop any ways while she’s not looking…in fact, take two…take the whole jar…then go to the next doctor room and steal their jar of lollipops…then take a nurse hostage and demand for all the jars of candy in the hospital…then demand a jet to Cuba filled with candy while negotiating with the police outside the hospital at gunpoint. Anything else I’m missing?